Page 61 of Paradise in Progress
“That’s weird.” I smirk down at the little vixen. “I can’t get the image of this girl dancing on the beach with me out of my head.”
Kennedy flashes me a megawatt smile. “Speaking of the beach, I’m heading for a run.”
“Want company?” I ask, setting the mug near the coffeepot to refill later.
“Only if you can keep up.” With a wink and a twitch of her lips, Kennedy strides out of the kitchen. I can’t help chuckling as I follow her. As she turns toward the living room, I reach out and land a playful slap to her ass. The sound cracks through the quiet space, and she jumps, spinning around with her mouth wide open.
“Did you just slap my ass?” she asks, half laughing and half surprised.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” I say with a smug grin.
She gives me a teasing glare as she lands her hands on her hips. With a wink of my own, I move toward my bedroom to change into myworkout clothes. I feel her gaze on my back the entire time I walk away. With a glance over my shoulder, I find her cheeks flushed as she averts her gaze.
The earth moves beneath my feet as each step sucks me deeper into the soft sand, creating a resistance that forces my leg muscles to work harder. Running in the sand is no joke. Sucking in a lungful of salty air, I glance over my shoulder and find Kennedy half a step behind me. A look of determination is spread across her face, and I admire her tenacity. It’s the same look she wears when she’s fighting for her designs and her ideas.
Her gaze finds mine, eyebrow lifting, before darting past me. The sneaky woman was just biding her time.
“You going to race me, Golden Boy, or are you going to keep staring at my ass?” she shouts over her shoulder before taking off in a sprint.
“Oh, it’s on,” I mumble as I take off after her.
Wild curls break free from her bun as it bounces on the top of her head. Strong arms pump faster as her legs carry her farther down the beach. It doesn’t take me long before I’m catching up to her. Kennedy looks over her shoulder and squeals as I gain speed.
We’re nearing the end of the resort’s property, but it doesn’t stop Kennedy. As we approach the final cabana, she throws her arms in the air while shouting in victory. I can’t help but chuckle at the spectacle in front of me. With her pace slowing, Kennedy leans over and places her hands on her knees as she fights to catch her breath.
“Nice race, Firecracker.”
“Thanks,” she says between gasps. “I didn’t think you’d be that fast.”
Placing my hands on top of my head, I smile down at her. “What, did you think I’d be too busy staring at your ass to catch up?”
“Honestly, yeah.” Moving past me, she walks inside the cabana before collapsing on one of the beds. I watch in fascination as her chest heaves and her eyes close. Without much thought, I make my way over to the bed and plop down beside her. Only the cabana bed isn’t very wide, and I land with half of my body on hers, which makes her laugh. Propping my head on my hand, I stare down at her, and almost instantly, there’s a shift in the air.
Tension swirls as her emerald gaze flares with desire. Leaning forward, my lips find hers, relishing her gasp that turns into a sigh as her hands wrap around my neck. Plunging my tongue inside her mouth, our tongues graze as my hand smooths up her thigh to her hip. Gently, I roll her body toward me until our fronts are flush. As I glide my hand over her hip to the apex of her thighs, a low moan escapes Kennedy’s lips.
“Trist,” she murmurs against my lips as my fingers graze her center.
“Ken.”
“I’m sweaty.”
“I don’t care.” Trailing my fingertips to the waistband of her shorts, I slip my hand beneath the fabric. Fuck, she’s not wearing any panties. My mouth finds hers again as my fingers slip between her slit. Back arching, she hums as I run my fingers back and forth through her pussy, causing her body to shudder. Kennedy’s soft hand grips me tighter, causing me to pause.
“Is this okay?”
She nods. “Don’t stop, Trist. Please don’t stop.” Her words turn breathy as her chest heaves.
Fuck.
I move my hand from her shorts, and Ken lets out a deep, frustrated sigh. Chuckling, I press a gentle kiss to her lips before mumbling, “These need to go.” Her shoulders sag in relief as I snap the stretchy material against her skin, then trail my touch over the soft curve of her ass before I give her cheek a squeeze.
Rolling her over to her back, I leave a path of kisses and nips from her neck down to her sports-bra covered chest. Her body responds to every little sensation as I lick a path over the fabric of her bra. Flicking my tongue over the buttery material, she jolts at the friction against her stiff nipple. Sucking the peak into my mouth, I roll my tongue and feel it harden even more. With a pop, the material slips from my mouth as I slide down her stomach.
Gripping her waistband, I pull the tight shorts down her legs in one fluid motion, displaying her bare pussy.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
Her cheeks pinken at the compliment.
